He noticed her surprise and chuckled a bit at her. "Didn't mean to scare ya. You were just in such deep thought over here that I don't think you would have heard me if called out to you." he explained. "Hope you don't mind." As always she comes with jokes. "I should've said that. Out of a coma and you're already a point up!" he laughed. That woke him up a bit more. He cracked his neck to alleviate some of the tension from the way he slept. He caught the color of her eyes. Those beautiful shining orbs as glorious as the sun. And that smirk. He had no idea how much he missed it until just now. Still, he wouldn't be fooled. It was obviously apparent that something was up with her and it was wearing heavy on her. Him being him he wouldn't push. Before Adam could dab the blood off of her palms he did take notice of the slightly raised white crescent-shapes peppering the middle of her palm. Some overlapping each other showed this was quite the habit. He simply sighed and smiled and proceeded with his care not asking about them. The heart monitor began to increase in tempo. All sluggishness flew out the window as he immediately got worried. He turned his head to her to ask if she was ok and only slightly to see her face was a slight shade of red. "She must be a bit hot. The water should help." he thought. For a second he thought the monitor was attached to him. Holding her hands in his was a feeling he didn't know he missed and enjoyed so much. His heartbeat was a testament to that. A moment passed before she spoke. Luckily for him he was wide awake and could fire jokes no problem. The atmosphere of tension he had was nearly gone and a wide smile grew. "That's Admiral Argent." he laughed looking at her through the corners of his eyes. "And you are extremely lucky. You got no idea how much I charge by the hour, but your care is free." he shrugged. "For now."
"I accept your gratitude humbly." he bowed in a snobby tone. He finished his water and listened to her 'fearsome leader' talk. "So fearsome her one weakness is a nap!" he exclaimed. He tried to hold back his laugh, but it found its way to the surface. He held his sides to try to prevent a stitch. He didn't know if it was actually funny or if he was still punchy from waking up. He settled down and wiped the single tear from his eye. Adam was now back to normal. No longer mopey and that air of tension completely shed. He hoped he didn't make her uncomfortable from himself acting out of character. He knew the question was coming. Of course she'd want to know why everything went down the way it did. Cecil overheating and her molding metal as if it were clay. He thought for a sec getting his words together before speaking. "So, apparently there was something that triggered people to swap semblances. You, Cecil and Azura obtained someone elses. I can't speak much on myself because I didn't explore it and nothin' was immediately noticeable. Anyway, so semblances were switched and it affected some folks in more ways than one. One of those ways: Coma." he said gesturing around the room. "That's probably the black you mentioned and that's pretty much all I understood without all that science mumbo jumbo." he said shaking his head.
After a small lull in the conversation she spoke again. "You know you tell me not to worry, but you d things that make me worry all the time." he smiled. "And you don't need no beauty sleep. I told you before." he said placing his finger on her forehead again. He withdrew his finger and no longer had any reason for worry. At least right now. She was awake, healthy and throwing jokes left and right. In Adam's mind everything was ok right now. He head drooped a bit and he raised his eyebrow. What was that about everything being ok? He could barely catch her facial expression. It was one of hesitation? It looked like she was fighting with herself about something. Before he could take her hand in hers to ask if she was ok... she opened up. Ridley opened up! Even if it was something small bit of information like that it was probably gigantic for her. Gigantic for Adam as well seeing that she's never mentioned anything like having a brother. Piecing together her mutilating her hands, being in a coma and then mentioning a dream about a brother he took her hands in his right and placed a finger on her lips with his left to prevent her from going further. He hoped she didn't find him disrespectful, but he had his own good reason for doing it. "Coming out of a coma and talking about something that, I may just be assuming, was traumatizing probably ain't the best idea." he thought. He removed his finger from her lips and smiled at her. "Thank you for sharing that with me, but let's focus on getting you outta here." he smiled. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "Don't force yourself to tell me anything. I'll wait as long as you want me to." Adam stood from the bed and stretched his back. "Now then, do you want to stay here another day or do you want to get outta here? I'm sure you're hungry." he said patting his stomach. Which roared as a result. "I think I am too." he laughed.
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Alysian Virago
Deadly_Tiger
KnightsRoyal
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 3:27 pm
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Under normal circumstances, Eve's comment might have elicited a soft chuckle from the falcon boy. After all this time, she was still the same old Evie. Even while she was trying to comfort him, her words sounded playful, almost as if she were joking. Truthfully he should have been thrilled, elated even. Over a year had passed and all this time he thought she had died that day. All this time he had blamed himself for her passing, just like he had for his other fallen comrades. To find out she was still alive, that he hadn't failed completely, to learn that the light of this over-the-top pinkette had not been snuffed out, well he should have been on top of the world. However, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He'd watched them close in on her, claws and teeth threatening to shred her to ribbons before he lost consciousness due to his own injuries. Not just all those months ago, but just moments ago as he relived the experience within his own mind. He was caught between thinking this was some cruel trick of fate, the tribe working to get him to relax and let his guard down only to send him through hell once more. That, or they were all dead. Which meant not only had he failed to protect Eve, but his little sister as well. All because of one stupid mistake. Arrogance had gotten them all killed. It was a guilt he had carried with him since that day, one he was experiencing in full force all over again with no apparent memory of the last few months he'd spent here at Beacon. Asger was a logical person, and right now there were only two plausible options in his mind. One of which, the worse of the two, seemed more logical than he other. Eve's next actions followed in that same likely hood as she drew herself over him, resting chest to chest as she gazed up at him with aqua hues. Under normal circumstances this would have flustered the poor falcon, caused him to blush and stutter as he tried to collect himself. The fact that his sister was just a couple feet away would only add to that embarrassment. However, in the chaos of the moment, he was too distraught to even think about being embarrassed over such a silly thing. Surely that would come later, once his brain caught up to real time.
If this really is some illusion. A version of the afterlife... would it really be all that bad to enjoy it though? If even for a moment. The thought echoed through his whirring brain before he had fully even processed it. Surely letting himself enjoy the moment would only bring him more pain later. It would only rip him to shreds as the realization of truth sunk in. Rationality spoke loud and clear, yet he chose to ignore it. Such an odd and out of character thing for the intellectual. However, he'd missed them both so much and even if this was just some fragment of his imagination, even if it was worse, he just wanted to enjoy it for a fee more seconds. For once, he didn't want to think. A creased forehead would slowly smooth as sapphire eyes slipped close. Leaning back against his pillow he'd focus on their scent instead. Both so real and familiar. He'd focus on Eve's weight pressing gently on top of him. He'd focus on the soft feathered hand that clung to his own. He'd focus on the warmth, and let it spread through him. For just a moment he would let that be his reality, even if it was far from it. He would feel Eve's forward nuzzle against his own in a movement that was so utterly familiar. Gentle headbutts she'd become fond of because it meant their attention could not stray from one another. Yet there was something different, something so shocking it caused his eyes to flutter back open. Vivid orbs would become wide as they landed upon the little horns peaking through pink strands of hair. The same horns that had grazed against his head, disrupting the familiarity of the moment. Blinking several times her words would hardly even register in his brain. She joked and brushed it off in a typical Eve fashion, but that was impossible. The girl didn't have horns and last he checked they didn't often just sprout out of no where years after puberty. "Evie didn't have horns." Soft words were mumbled as his head shook slowly back and forth. So this is just an allusion after all. They couldn't get it all right. The thought was painful, crippling, and the brokenness there showed throughout his expression. Yet, as hard of a pill as it was to swallow, he was relieved. He had already grieved the loss of Eve and it was a loss that would torture him for as long as he lived, but this meant Danae was still alive. Safe and sound at Beacon just like she was supposed to be. This also meant that he was still in the hands of the tribe and whatever thinking if the torment that must be in store for him made his blood run cold. "Just stop. I know it isn't real. Just get on with whatever it is you're going to do." It was a surrender of sorts but also just his same logical nature kicking in. What was the point of dragging this out any longer if he knew it was fake? They'd already opened up old wounds and created new ones so they might ad well get on with whatever was coming next. Closing his eyes once more, resting back against the pillow, his expression would become stiff and unreadable. He was like a stature carved from marble as he worked to brace himself for the unpreventable horrors.
Feeling his hand being tugged away from the bed, he was expecting the vision to have faded away when he opened his eyes again. He was expecting to be back in that stone-cold cell. He was expecting more pain, more torment, because that's how it always went. Instead he was faced still with Eve laying atop of him while his sister brought his hand gently to rest over her heart, nestled against the warmth of the feathers that covered her skin. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. It was impossible to ignore the gentle thrum if her heart beat, drumming softly against his fingers. So tangible in its rhythm. Eve's too, beating in time against his chest. Too real to be an allusion, just like so many of these other tiny details. Then came the song, not just any song but one very close and dear to his heart. It was a song that their mother had song to them as children in a dead language. The dead language of a culture she loved and in which she named all of her children. Of all the things he thought were impossible to fake in this allusion, this lullaby was at to top of the list. To be able to go back that far into his memories to collect it? To be able to sing foreign words so accurately. To be able to mimicking even the soft hooting sounds that decorated some of Danae's words. It was too outlandish... but what did that mean? He felt his eyes burning slightly, overwhelmed with so many different emotions. So many at once it was hard to even determine what exactly he was feeling. His fingers would squeeze his sister's once more, clinging to this reality, trying to be sure it wasn't going to crumble right before his eyes. "Danae..." His words were still soft, full of emotion, slightly conflicted. None of this made any sense but they were both providing him with too much proof to deny their existence. Eve seemed determined to give that final push towards reality as her fingers moved to the collar of his shirt, only to yank it down. His attention drawn back to the pinkette perched on top of him, she would watch as a face once full of excitement grew darker, likely catching sight of the long, jagged scars left behind from the beowolf. He could only wonder how she might begin to respond to the ones left behind by the tribe. He was clueless to the confrontations she'd already had with that villainous group, but he was well aware of how she responded to those who tried to hurt him... the fact they had left their mark on the precious being she claimed to be her own, well that only made it all the once. A spark of life was returned to her vibrant cyan hues as she found the mark she was actually looking for. Asger's arms were marked with a plethora of raised white lines that were much akin to the shape of teeth. One might wonder if he'd contemplated working as a beast tamer before coming to Beacon, and in a sense that's exactly what he had done. This mark was different than the others though, not just in location. It was deeper, thicker, and much more jarring to look at. While Eve's eyes lit up when she saw it, he couldn't help but peak over at Danae to see how she might react to it. He knew his sister had never been fond of Eve's habit of biting him, but they all head their purpose. Whether to heal her after she'd helped him train, or to simply keep her from eating someone alive. This one was far more significant. It was exactly as the pinkette explained. It was the mark that had saved her and allowed her to continue on I their fight for their lives. It was the mark that saved her so that she could save him, but up until now... he'd thought it had all been for not. He thought he had failed anyway. He thought she was dead. He'd even gone back, with some help of course, and defeated those beowolves to try and gain any bit if closure. He was sure she was dead... but every bit of logic was pointing to the fact that she was alive, they all were, and would he really be Asger if he defied logic?
Orbs of liquid sapphire would slip closed once again, attempting to hide the emotion swimming within their depths. He'd never been particularly good at expressing his feelings and as much as he cared about these too, they weren't exactly an exception. It was better in some situations and worse in others. Sighing softly as he felt Danae run her fingers through his hair, ruffling the tiny feather that were hidden there, he would try to catch up with a spinning brain. It was not a sound of annoyance, but rather a tired relief. It almost sounded, content, peaceful. They were alive. That's all that matters. One arm tightening instinctively around Eve, the other would gently tug Danae towards him. Along with the struggle to express his innermost thoughts and feelings, the falcon usually held a certain hesitancy with physical contact. Often he shied away from it and rarely ever initiated it. In this case, these two were the exception. Sure, he was often awkward and ended up embarrassing himself, if Eve didn't go ahead and do it for him. Right now none of that mattered. He'd thought he'd lost both of them, only to wake to find them both alive and well, if not a bit older... with a few peculiar changes in Eve's case. Once again, none if that mattered. For the first time in over a year he felt at peace. His conscience wasn't trying burn him alive for what happened that day, for losing Eve, for the pain he would cause his family. Nothing could bring back the two comrades he had lost. Nothing could change the year of worry and distress his family had to bare, but Eve's return eased that somewhat. The fact that he could look over her once more, the fact he could watch over Danae, it eased his soul. However, there was still the question of how any of this was even possible. "What happened? How did I get here?" Had he somehow managed to dream the whole thing up? No... he couldn't have. Not even the worst of nightmares could have depicted the horrid scenes he witnessed, nor conjure up so many wretched means for torture. The pain he felt to awake and realize that Eve was dead, that it was his fault, that was too deep an ache to ever be imagined. "Evie... I thought you were--" Even now he couldn't finish the statement, voice breaking midway. It was odd coming from a boy who was usually so composed. A frown would work it's way onto his lips at her next comment, brows furrowing over his eyes and a seriousness that was much more akin to his usual self. "I'm supposed to look after you, both of you." He'd state rather sternly, turning his gaze to each of them in turn. After all, he was Danae's big brother and Eve's 'Adam'. "Besides, Evie, you shouldn't go picking fights you can't finish. I thought you would have learned that lesson by now." His head was spinning, void of a big chunk of memories that had left him confused, but that wasn't going to stop him from lecturing the girl and trying to persuade her against such precarious situations. If only he knew just what she'd been through to get here.
► Last Night 【 Mood ≡ Thrilled 】 【 With ≡ Zylah, Charlotte, Molly [Human] 】 【 Semblance - Passive ≡ Memory Count 3/6 】 【 Finger Bang ≡ Right [100/100] | Left [100/100] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 51 】 【 out. of. confusion. ≡ 】
XXX"I dunno Char, I'm not the one doin' the pre-stabbing. I just follow the rules, you know?" All in all, the boy was utterly full of it. He wasn't entirely sure if Charlotte was being serious or if she was playing it off as her own joke. So he'd continue to ride out his statement until he road it straight into the ground. It seemed though that some things were better left unexplained, like the concept of rolling with the punches. There was just too grand of a literal sense for Felix to patch together some ridiculous cover story as he had been. It seemed that Charlotte was starting to learn that the boy nearly had an answer for everything, though normally never the answer she was looking for. Quick to ask how he had been both, but derailed her own question before she could finish. Something that was for the better, he thought. He wasn't sure if he could begin to grasp everything he confided to Zylah again, it was a road that just wasn't walking down for the wrong people. An explanation that would pose more questions than answer, and thus one that would be left unspoken. But he had been both, a tool for war, a weapon of destruction. Cultivated to bring misery and despair, nearly robbed of any sense of a life he could live. To think that such a monstrous creation now had the free will to speak his mind, to live unshackled due to a most fortunate yet horrid semblance. One that allowed him to peek into the heart of others, to see what others could not, to choose who he was willing to endure it all for. Born as a weapon belonging to someone else, he now chose who he'd live for. Despite this culmination of thoughts running through his mind, he just couldn't fight the smirk curled against his lips at Charlotte's remark about decking him. Or was it a question? "Just had to knock a lil sense into me was all. Percussive maintenance, a magical thing." That itself was not a lie. It was only because of everything Zylah was willing to endure, then deal one final blow to him to bring him back from the brink of madness.
It was that smile, that damn smile of hers with a wink to match. One that always got the two into some fit of trouble when left to their own devices. A smirk would remain, sly as a fox but bold as the ram he represented. It was always difficult to tell if the banter between the two was a mess of jokes laced with an underlining truth. One might've thought that her words were an invitation, but to them, it seemed more a challenge. An engagement to see who would get the last say in their endless banter, who got the last laugh. Though, perhaps if they knew a bit better themselves, those same words would hold more weight to them. Who knew if they did? Who knew how serious these two problem children actually were? "I'll just have to save it for the next curse that plagues my little princess. It's called first kiss for a reason, you know? Need to make that count~" If she was going to tease, he'd continue to do right so bad to her. It was a constant back and forth like a relentless match of badminton. Eventually one of them would get the spike. All the while Molly would feel the dominance shift as she was scooped up in Zylah's arms, though nuzzled her all the same. The feline would meow as her emerald hues shimmered under the fluorescent lights, clearly delighted to see the girl alive and kicking. As the cat was smothered, she'd even nuzzle her furry face against Zylah's soft skin. Felix's own umber orbs were delighted at the sight, his smile softening with his expression. "I think the floof has adopted ya, just like me. Didn't leave your side for a second. And here I thought I was her favorite mess to babysit." There was always a little more truth than even Felix truly realised to his words. Their relationship with Molly was one that grew more complicated with each passing day. Even now it seemed that this feline faunus had brought the two together on purpose. A faunus that had cast aside her life as a faunus itself in order to keep a keen eye on Felix as a cat, so that her memories never hindered him. In the shape of a floof she continued to entertain the two just as he had when she met them at different times. Once acting as both a troublesome pest for the Tribe that interfered and toyed with Zylah like the child she was, or acting as their saving graces on countless occasions. Molly was a bridge that connected two complicated and painful pasts, acting as a force that intertwined them more so than the could've imagined. She now even shared a scar that Zylah could relate to. Where the young huntress had a forming scar from being hooked by Felix's horn, Molly too had a patch of bald scar tissue on her cheek from Felix's own horn. They were two of the three women in Felix's life that knew not only the demons he held within but how to face them. Though there was something about Zylah's way that was different from the rest.
Gray and white fur would continue to gently brush against Zylah's skin, though frantically squirmed as Zylah clutched her in such a vice. Being smarter than the average cat, she'd reach her paw up to playfully bop her chin. Both an action of endearment while also begging to be released before she was forced to transform in front of all of them. Once the mega floof managed to squeeze her way from Zylah's clutches she would bound around towards Felix once more, jumping to claim her favorite place atop his shoulders. Her banter was relentless, continuing to batter his own words with hers. "You don't know the half of it, halfpint~ ... Actually, maybe you do. At least, you know more than I do." The horned boy would chortle, keeping a signature smirk upon his lips all the same. It seemed that both busted into a fit of laughter, a mixture of tiny truths and fibs that only the two would understand. They had become kindred spirits after all, in some odd way. Every little poke and tease that held the slightest fib, whether intentional or not, he'd see right through. Likewise, this wonderful ivory haired girl was the only one that could see the whole picture on his behalf. Rather ironic considering she saw it all with half the sight. Who would've thought? Laughter dissolving into snickers,"Oh that's an easy one, I'm magic-man because I always know how to steal the show~ Watch that tongue of yours, missy. I've got a floof and I'm not afraid to use it." He'd jest, continuing to bear that playful smirk of his. With the sway of his arm, he'd present his hand to her face, pointing at the outstretched tongue. Molly was quick to scamper along his forearm and mockingly bat her paw towards her, though didn't bear any claws. More so emphasizing the age-old term "Cat got your tongue." His arm would return just as Molly did to his shoulders, his smirk wavering at Charlotte's words. That didn't mean he wouldn't catch a snicker leaving his lips. It appeared that neither of them had a good relationship with hospitals. "Somehow I don't doubt that, but can relate." Where Zylah was certainly having a hoot with Charlotte's accidental humor, Felix couldn't help but think. Someone trying to kill her or have her kill someone else... Was that what he was about to witness earlier? Normally he'd have a riot with it just as Zylah, but after seeing what he saw, the humor of it ran dry. Perhaps the only grounding factor was Zylah's words between her fits of laughter. His falling smirk would tug his lips again, nodding as he thumbed up towards Charlotte. "Absolutely; Char's the life of the party, honestly. Even made snack time a blast, literally. I gotta pass my laurels off to her." As if he was relinquishing a fake crown that dubbed him the life of the party, he'd jest about passing it off to her.
There was an odd sense of amusement in reminiscing a day that he should've clearly remembered. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that Zylah was so willing to share her memories with him, he wouldn't remember zilch about the day prior. Then again, how was he suppose to know about Charlotte floating? His earthen tones never laid an eye on her that day. Surely the only way he would've known aside from Zylah's memories was hearing in passing from her, but there were too many other things on their mind at the time."I'm thinkin' so. Ora gave me a ring a ding ding, all seemed clean. Though apparently, Lena's still a tool and not the tool that Molly told me about. So ... Well, I guess nothing changed, huh? Haha. Funny enough though, she couldn't remember a thing. Guess we're just a couple of sheeple after all, ain't we?" The oddities of that day never seemed to end. Even after the fact he was learning all sorts of new things to replace the holes in his memory. Yet this time it wasn't from Ora. Quite the opposite, in fact. The twin's similarities seemed to blossom that day as they participated in role reversal. One where Ora was wiped to a clean state and Felix endured the burden of their morbid history. It was only through Zylah's eyes that he could see their similarities more than ever before. When his sister didn't have a past to worry about, she was as ditzy and carefree as he was on the daily. On the contrary, it seemed that Felix couldn't even bear the burden he was presented with. The boy had come unhinged over and over, just barely walking the edge of his breaking point. To think that he had been so fortunate to have someone like Zylah there for him through every moment of it. Lucky as he was to have her emotional support in all of it, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for everything that had happened. Even if he couldn't remember his end of it all, she had to endure the burden of it all on her own. Something that showed even now with a series of bruises and scabbed over scrapes. Thinking about it never did him any good. All it did was cause that smile of his to falter, his umber orbs losing their gleam. The excitement of her waking up had nearly died as that unease set in. He'd open his mouth to say something, to apologize, only to hear her snarky remark in return. . . One that made it impossible to fight the smile from returning. Being in close proximity to her, he'd give her a firm but gentle nudge. "Ha ha. Oh, shove it already. Seriously, its pineapple. My favorite. I bet you're dying for something sweet~" He'd remark, tugging the lollipop from his mouth and holding it out to her. Was that weird? Maybe. But the two have eaten sweets out of their hair before, so the boy couldn't help but play off his own remark with objective reinforcement. He also knew that she had a weakness for sweets, and the boy accidentally let his second pudding get exploded. There was no fighting the impressed smirk on his lips. She was right, after all. "Maybe in your point of view, sweet cheeks. Then again, that's all we got, so... I suppose I'll let you have this one too. Won against the bull, and won this with some good ol' fashion bull sh-" Before he could finish what might've been his first every swear Molly would be quick top bop his face. Almost as if a mother punishing her child for trying to use foul language, the cat would meow in irritation before turning on his shoulders and jumping off to reclaim her spot in Zylah's lap.
It didn't come as a surprise that Zylah was disappointed with how she had to spend the last two days. "Don't sweat is Zy, be happy like the rest of us that it was just some beauty rest instead of a dirt nap. Besides, as boring as it was, I think we made the best of our time~" There was another hint that sounded like babble. A clue into Felix's mystery that only a few truly knew, Zylah being one of them. Each time that he sat by her side with her hand in his own he would be passed a series of fuzzy memories. Blurred images and hushed whispers, the muffled symphony of nature's orchestra that was merely a distant clamor. All the same, those fuzzy memories filled him with the faintest sense of security. That Zylah was happy, wherever she was, and that no matter how long it took he was certain she'd wake up. It was oddly similar to each contact he made with Molly, gaining a blurred memory that he couldn't quite decode and thus never wore him down. It merely gave him a friendly reminder of who they were, what he was. "Is that a challenge?" He'd hum in a curious delight. The horned boy couldn't help but fight the smug grin curling on his lips, his umber orbs narrowing on the girl with a raised brow. "Oh I just can't wait to see. Guess we'll have to see who gives who the sore tush first~" If Zylah was a trouble maker, then Felix was hell on earth. Already, time and time again, he had given his team a run for their money in multiple ways. That sense of rebellion, of mischief-making, it had only multiplied ten-fold since that fateful day the two of them met head-on. One might say that Zylah truly rattled his brain, though Felix thought of it more as an awakening.
It was by upholding their special tradition that the hazy images he'd bear witness to over the past few days became crystal clear. The memories of her lounging on sunkissed sands. How the golden rays warmed each grain that fit each curve, encompassing her in the warmest embraces for what seemed to be days on end. Among the natural melodies that resonated from the land, sea, and sky were distance voices, mutters. Nearly indistinguishable words said in passing that she tried with every fiber of her being to hear, to understand. Voices that held familiarity, be it nurses or members of her team in passing, but of course his own voice atop the rest. It was the most consistent, the one that reached the furthest and connected the deepest. Each and every time that she heard his voice it was accompanied with only the most delicate touches against her fingertips. A presence that tied it all together, to feel his hand in hers. Where he could remember looking upon her sleeping form with the most serene of smiles, he could see her looking at his umber orbs through chestnut locks. The two could have laid there for eternity, forever locked in a gaze that matched the heavens and earth while he told her story after story. That even though she wasn't there, she wasn't gone nor left out. Though every so often he would urge to wake up. That she could join him again as simple as opening her eyes, that he'd be right there by her side when she did. Though now he knew why she just couldn't do it. It was no wonder that the girl didn't want to wake up. Felix always thought he was a big dreamer, dreaming in the place of others, but this was completely different. This held a sense of happiness and comfort, a presence of peace and safety from the darkest corners of the world they grew to know. 'Why don't we just run away together?' He wanted to ask her, he wished he could've. The two of them hand in hand leaving to escape this reality, to seize their sense of tranquility and hold it close to their hearts for eternity. But... That dream could only last for so long. After all, something had to have woken her up. Just as quickly as the slumber whisked her away into this false reality, it had become twisted and warped. Where it was Felix's comforting words and presence that coaxed her into a world of serenity, it was the debate between Charlotte and Felix overhead that influenced her dreams further. Soldiers, tools, war. They were all keywords that branded the poor girl's heart, that coaxed the demons that lurked in the dark corners of her mind out to play. The golden sunkissed sands that embraced her like a hug quickly replaced with that of a cold damp cell. Any sense of tranquility replaced with that of regret and fear, the presence of a man making itself known in her fabricated reality. Reminding her that she couldn't escape her past, nor the terrible things that she had done. Someone who was a machine rather than man, that knew just the right way to bend and fold the girl to his will. To use her broken state and desperation as a toy in his own game, leaving her with the pain and regret of all she had done. It was the presence of this man that even made Felix's blood run cold, to form a knot in his stomach. Even though he only had her memories to account for and all the terrible things with it, there was a distant sense of familiarity. Both the tales of his other self and Molly had told the girl, all the finer details that connected an overarching story. That this man was truly a terrible person who had left his mark on all of her lives. A man who robbed Felix of his freedom, a fiend who molded Zylah to his ideals in her time of desperation, and a monster that took Molly's tribe away from her. A fresh memory that weighed heavy on his mind, but he wouldn't let it show. The last thing that this girl needed was to know the pain that her most recent memories had caused him. So instead, he'd smile, knowing that good always came with the bad. For now, he'd ensure she'd have the best waking moments she could possibly have.
Excitement would resonate between the two of them. Any sense of personal space had been tossed to the wind as it always had with them. Zylah, positively giddy with excitement, had brought herself nose to nose with the horned boy. A closeness that may have left many with a sense of discomfort or embarrassment, but it was a breach he accepted unphased. It seemed odd to him that he found such fascinated in these mismatched orbs of hers, but he was taken by them all the same. Perhaps it was because it was the first thing he saw in her when they met after waking up from what seemed like an endless dream. A bombardment of memories that defined the tragic huntress, a medley of horrendous acts done by her, but only after enduring the saddest of tales herself. A truly tragic recollection when he came to, but none of that mattered when he stared to the skies above in the shape of two spheres that for once were not hidden by strands of ivory. To think that a simple gaze had become his favorite thing, something that he'd go deliberately out of his way to see unhindered. Now, with this gift, there was no excuse. He knew very well that she masked the scar away, as both a sign of weakness and how cruel the world could be. It was in that same sense though, that while the world was cruel, it could also be quite beautiful. Perhaps it was that which truly captivated him. That, and a sight that was rarer than even that of a blue moon. It was a certain softness that had been foreign to the girl all her life. A warmth in her cheeks that showed itself with the faintest rosy hue. One that he caught the faintest glimpse of before, as he tugged her to her feet on the night of the dance, into his chest. Another that same night that filled her cavernous chest with a strange warmth, one that brought a softness to her eyes. It was all the same, yet somehow meant all the more that he was left to wonder what it could be. His playful smirk softened at her words, taken by her as his earthen tones gazed into the vivid pools that reflected an illustrious blue sky with delicate white wisps. As ever brief as it was, he knew that it would be a memory the two could cherish together, even when he was forced to forget. . . . The real issue was, he could only follow up in his own Felix way. He wasn't used to this odd medley of emotions, though he could catch a trace of it in Cali's memories with her dear spider. It was different here, it was him and her, not through the eyes of another. And for that, he'd continue in a way that only he could, one that she'd appreciate.
Cracking a series of horrific puns that only someone just as awful could love, earning him a rightful beating with a pillow. Perhaps it was just all too much for a boy hanging on by a thread to handle just yet. "Baha, but of course! I need to keep my assistant on her toes so she doesn't get bored of me, you know?" The two of them were back in an instant from whatever land they had ventured, a land that tried to beckon their hearts closer to one another. But really, who knew anything about that? He'd flash his signature smirk once again, becoming a toothy grin. Quick to get his revenge once more, he'd close the short distance between them to lightly bop his forehead to hers, just like the night they met. Even the most friendly of bops would nearly rattle the brain, so he made sure to be extra gentle. It was only after that gesture that he'd lean his head away, though shifted himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. It was only then that Charlotte's mumbled words had reached him. It surprised him, in fact, as for just a moment he nearly forgot that there was a third person there. The two had nearly gotten lost in the moment, but now they were back and grounded. The boy would snap his degloved finger in response towards Charlotte, his most common confirmation on any subject. "Char's onto somethin' there. I say we get you checked out and get some real food on that stomach of yours, Charlotte's too. After all, I've still got a date to make up for~ Think they'd still have breakfast in the cafeteria?" Taken by the idea, the boy was up on his feet once more with his hand offered to Zy. If she took it, she'd be swept right off the bed and onto her feet, unless she'd rather straddle his horns again. After all, she was an expert driver. "We gotta tell Ms. Black you're awake. Bet we could call her from in here, too! She'll probably scribble on that clipboard and ask how many fingers she's holdin' up. Ya know, those doctor things. But then! We feast! What do you say, Char? Zy? " In all honesty, the boy was excited to leave just a dreary place. It was only Ora and Zylah that'd know the reason the boy hated the presence of hospitals and doctors. So the sooner the trio and feline could get a move on, the happier he'd be. And that was saying something, given the boy was already quite ecstatic with Zylah's awakening.
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"Oh you know, just solving some extremely difficult riddles over here. Very important. Highly classified." Despite her initial surprise at his appearance, the raven haired girl would not miss a beat. Just as she did with most things that ailed her, she would simply joke as a matter of brushing it aside and messing his worry. It might have also been to avoid talking about such personal matters, or maybe she just didn't want to explain that she hadn't been deep in thought but rather forcing herself to focus on the most bland details of the ceiling to avoid thinking at all... Either way, that was beside the point. A rather smug looking smirk curled the corners of her mouth at his admittance of her own victory, despite only just having awoke from a coma. "One point ahead, for ever and always. Better get used to it." She would tease, a small laugh bubbling forth from her lips. After all, she had learned from the best. Her uncle was relentless in his teasing. More so than her, more so than Adam even. She had to learn to keep up somehow and rather than keep in stride, she chose to sprint forward with all her might. She wouldn't really be Ridley without the banter and that smirk. They came hand in hand. "Going to have to step your game up if you want to keep your goofball status." Continuing on her path of gentle teasing, she didn't seem to be relenting in the slightest, at least not until her brief flustered moment as their hands touched and her heart skipped forward in time. Their gazes locked for just a moment and she could feel the blood rush to her face, deepening that color even more. Lost in the depths of chocolate orbs, she couldn't even bring herself to look away, leaving her bare and vulnerable in her blushing glory. Luckily he didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't say anything about it. As he returned his attention to her bloodied palms, she too would drop her gaze, dark locks falling forward over her shoulders in a silky waterfall, stray strands dangling over her forehead, concealing those rosy cheeks and golden hues all the same. That same gaze, pools of liquid butterscotch, would watch as he dabbed away the smeared scarlet drops, letting her cheeks cool before lifting her chin to meet his eyes once more. Any previous hesitancy he'd felt about teasing her seemed to melt away with the moment, relieving any of the odd tension lingering in the room. Just as soon as he released her hands that same smirk would tug at the corners of her lips while one of her hands shot up. Saluting him in the same fashion she had the first time they met, back at the mission in the mines before Team SODA dissolved. It was a gesture she had continued to use since that day and one that always brought back fond memories. "Yes, sir!" Dropping her hand back to her side, she would raise an eyebrow at his next comment, the smirk never fading from her face. "For now? I Suppose I'll just have to take advantage of it while I still can then."
With a slight roll of golden orbs, a small laugh would escape her lips at his pretentious tone. It was just lucky they'd both finished that humble offering of water before she went on about being a fearsome leader, otherwise one of them might have been sprayed with a mouthful of it at the laughter that followed his own remark. The fit of laughter at his own joke was clear indication that he was completely back to normal. Their little game of banter was clearly back on and he was getting quite the kick out of himself. He had a point. It was in the subconscious of her sleep that all the demons she fended off so valiantly during the day made vigorous comebacks. It was in the darkness of the night that they broke free from their chains and cages to make their stand. It was in these hours, when she was the most vulnerable and held the least amount of control that they made their appearances. It was these monsters lurking inside her head, distorting pleasantries into horror as they turned her dreams to nightmares. It was the same monsters that often became the cause of her sudden and ungraceful awakenings. Her morning brawl with her own bedding that have become a sort of ritual within the confines of Team DARK"S dorm room. It was truly not morning without the fear of accidentally disturbing the slumbering huntress, nor without the thuds of her fighting her way out of her own bed, always followed by a disgruntled, sleepy-eyed Ridley. Funny as he thought he was, this brunette wasn't out of the running yet and that mischievous gleam with in her amber gaze was more than enough indication that she had something up her sleeves. Rolling her eyes slightly once again, she would lean forward slightly, nudging him gently in the side. "You're hysterical, really. I think you should drop out of Beacon and become a comedian. Clearly your comedic skills vastly outweigh your fighting skills." A playful wink would follow the teasing jest before she leaned back once more, reaching up to brush stray raven locks behind her ear. Her expression would become more serious as he went on to explain the happenings of that day. His answer was about the last thing she had expected, though she supposed it made sense... Well, not entirely, but it fit the odd symptoms both she and Cecil had been showing just before she conked out. "Strange... I didn't know anything like that was even possible. I guess at least everything seems to have righted itself." It's not like she could really test her semblance, not without hurting anyone that is. It would have been so easy to, all she had to do was think about it and she could have someone writhing on the floor in agony. It was terrible in its simplicity. Frightening to think how easily she could have ended up exactly like Zander. After all, it was after discovering his semblance that his true wickedness began to set in. It was why she refrained from using her semblance unless it became absolutely necessary. It was why she saved it for people who actually deserved. It was why she'd initially been hesitant to use it on Narx in class and why she'd gotten so upset when he had suggested she try it on Adam instead, why she had been so quick to refuse even when Adam offered. It was a weapon, a power, to only be used when needed, to help rather than hurt... as ironic as it sounded. She would never get joy out of bringing others pain, not even her enemies. She would never become like her older brother. Truly, she'd rather die than become a savage beast that preyed on the fear and vulnerability of others, just like him. Shaking her head lightly to clear the thoughts away, dark locks would tumble over her shoulders, pooling atop the white sheets an what was a most striking contrast, though also further showed why she so often kept it in a braid over her shoulder. Beautiful as it was, it had a tendency of getting in the way. Returning her attention to Adam, she'd pose another question before he had a chance to do the same. "I'm assuming I wasn't the only one to fall into a coma... do you know how any of the others are doing?"
It was an odd thing, to be comforted by the fact that someone worried over you. Strange that the admittance that she made him worry made her want to smile. It wasn't that she wished such stressful notions and feelings on him, but rather that she knew if he worried he must care. A more logical part of her would argue that sentiment. Of course he was worried. You're teammates. Friends. While that was true, the same could be said of Azura and Cecil. The three of them had been teamed together since they first started at Beacon. Yet, it was Adam that had been here in the infirmary when she woke, not them. She wasn't offended. She knew they must have their reasons and that didn't mean they didn't care. It just made her wonder how much Adam cared. Why did she desperately want him to care? Ridley had never much cared what people thought of her. Either they liked her or they didn't. She didn't mind either way and she wasn't one to stress herself over their opinions. It was different with Adam. So may things were different with Adam, but why? Why was it different? Why did that curiosity send her heart racing once again? The beeping of the heart monitor picked up with her own pulse and she had a sudden urge to rip the device off her finger so it would stop putting her innermost feelings on display. It was his finger prodding the middle of her forehead that would pull her from those thoughts before she could get lost in them. Biting her lower lip gently, she'd push them away and urge her heart to slow down and just hope that he would brush it off, as he so often did. Maybe it was silly to continue pushing these growing feelings aside. They were getting harder and harder to ignore, but no easier to talk about. Perhaps the day would come when she'd bring them to the surface, but for now she was content to continue their game of teasing. Even so his comment, a compliment he had repeated on a few occasions before now did nothing but fill her with a strange warmth. That same warmth you got while sitting next to a campfire and its heat radiated from your toes to your very core. It warmed her soul and she couldn't help the smile that danced on the edges of her mouth. Not a smirk or a sneer, but a smile in whole-hearted sincerity. It would only last a moment though before that smirk found its way back, cracking her expression as it so often did. "How would you know? You've never seen me without my beauty sleep. Don't forget, Medusa. Truly frightening." The smirk would only grow until the laughter burst through her lips. It was also a joke she'd made time and time again. Usually to combat the jokes he made about her sleeping to the latest hour of the morning that time would allow. It had nothing to do with oversleeping, it was just a favor she was doing for everyone else to keep her inner medusa away.
A humorous moment would fade into a much more tender one as Ridley opened up to him once more, revealing yet again a peace about herself she'd never told anyone. Adam seemed to have a specialty for getting the golden eyed huntress to open up. Sure, it was a slow process that usually came only with the vaguest of details, but he still knew more than almost any other person on the face of the planet. In fact, her uncle was the only one who knew the full story, and that's only because he had been there to witness it. In Adam's case, it had been Ridley's choice to relay the information to him. After he'd helped tended to her injuries in the mines. After he had seen those scars. After he'd revealed a bit about himself, she had chosen to tell him about the beowolves that had attacked her home and killed her sister. Again at the beach, after her confrontation with Scylla had left her exhausted, broken, and wondering down one of the many dark and dreary paths of her mind that were better left untouched. Sure, she hadn't said much then, but her had been there to listen all the same, and in that, he had seen a piece of her that not many had. He saw straight through that gaping hole in her chest to the shattered, fragmented pieces that were left after the anger subsided. Then again, at the ball of all times, when she had revealed to him that her mother had died when she was young, that it was her uncle that raised her. She didn't say much about her father, or really anything at all, however the silence of that matter were more of a hint than anything else. That brought them to the hear and the now, to Zander. To her brother. Never once had she mentioned him before, not to anyone. Her father was a feared demon of the past and while his memory haunted and tormented her soul, he was lost to time. Her brother on the other hand was very much alive somewhere in this world. He was a threat much more real, much more frightening. It wasn't something she had ever planned to share with anyone, yet here she was, letting another vague detail slip through her lips and into Adam's ears. Maybe it was the patience, maybe it was the trust. Maybe it was his willingness to listen but the refusal to ever push her into speaking if she did not wish to that lead her to confide in him. Maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, he had managed something that not another soul had. He'd gotten her to open up, even if just slightly. It always seemed to surprise him just as much as it surprised her. Granted there was so much more to every detail she had revealed. Darker puzzle pieces that tied everything together. Perhaps one day he would see the entire picture in full light, but there was still too much holding her back from revealing the full tale. It didn't surprise her that even now, even though there must have been a thousand questions swarming his brain, he would not push, but thank her. Thank her and shush her with a gentle finger to her lips. Golden eyes would widen, burning with a different kind of intensity, something vastly different than the fiery brimstone of anger or annoyance, void of that mischievous flame they sometimes bore. It was something softer, yet all the warmer for it. Something she couldn't quite explain. Unable to form words, the raven haired girl would simply bob her head up and down, relief flooding her chest as he pulled her into his arms. He couldn't see the faint pink coloring her cheeks they were embraced so closely. Falling into his chest, due to such an extreme height difference, she'd wind her arms gently around him, taking comfort there for. For just a brief moment, all the troubles plaguing her mind seemed far off and irrelevant. For just a moment nothing else seemed to matter. "Thanks," Words of gratitude would be muffled by his shoulder. Appreciation to him always listening, but also for his patience. Gratitude for more than he could ever really know.
"When aren't you hungry?" She would ask as they pulled away, unable to hold back her laughter as he rubbed his grumbling stomach. She wouldn't object to his idea though, she was truly famished. The medical staff had pumped her up with the fluids and nutrients she needed to stay alive while comatose, but that was completely different than having actual food and a full stomach. Truthfully she probably should have waited for a doctor or a nurse to unhook her from all of this machinery, but she'd had just about enough of the beeping gadgets at this point and was beyond ready to get out of that bland hospital gown. Fist things first, she'd pull the finger scanner off her finger, the steady drone of the heart monitor reverberating through the room as it was disconnected from her pulse, thinking her dead. The rest of the electrodes and wires were quick to follow. "I just have to change, I'll be right out. Try not to wither away in the meantime, okay?" That signature smirk of hers would flicker across her lips and she'd wait for him to leave before finding the bag with her clothes from days before folded up inside it stripping herself of the white hospital gown and replacing it instead with a medley of gold and black. It didn't take her long, opening the door, tall black boots would click into the hallway. Dressed in her usual attire, she looked much more like herself. In fact, the only notable difference was that her dark locks still fell in loose waves down to her hips, wild and free rather than braided neatly over her shoulder. "Alright Sir Eats-a-lot, what do you say we find the doctor and get me checked out of here so we can get some food in that gaping stomach of yours, preferably before your not but ashes and dust." A smug smirk would find its way into her lips, looking quite proud of her own little joke. It was with a small laugh that she would make her way down the hallway, looking for some sort of medical staff. She figured they would at least want to know that she was awake and leaving. She didn't exactly plan on sticking around for any tests though, and that was made clear by the way she had taken it upon herself to unhook herself from all of those machines. She was in a hurry to get out of here, for more than one reason. Already she felt less vulnerable, though thoughts of Zander would linger at the back of her mind. They were easier to ignore outside of that hospital bed.
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XXXThat was all she needed, all she wanted to see. Pools of a soft sea-green lighting up while pink lashes blinked. To watch the stress and worry melt away just as the crease of his brow smoothed. While she did love to antagonist her dearest Adam, nothing made her happier than seeing him happy and well. It was only seconded to being carried into the sky by his grand ebony wings. Eve herself may not have been the smartest, letting his smile of acceptance be a sign that she was doing good. That her presence was already calming him and bringing him back to reality to be with her again. A train of thought though quickly derailed when red lashes revealed his beautiful gems once more. It was a look of shock, confusion, and pain. A gaze that was akin to the one he woke with, one that brought a frown to her soft pink lips. "Really? That's all you've got to say, Adam?" Her cheeks had huffed in an annoyed Evie fashion as if she was starting to pout. For some reason, she had imagined their reunion being much more dramatic or comical, something straight out of a cheesy romantic soap opera. What else could she expect after the two were quite LITERALLY and VIOLENTLY ripped away from each other over a year ago? But no, that was far more than she could ask for, apparently! Something expressed even further as Asger submitted himself to her, or the illusion of her. Seeing her as just some fabrication meant to torture him. Her brow would furrow in irritation, annoyance. Was she suppose to find that flattering or insulting? That the idea of her was so painful it could be used as torture, it could've been the sweetest sentiment or an insult meant to splash salt on old wounds. An instinctive tch clicked from her tongue, the woman barely keeping from biting her own lip as she flared her polished ivory razors for teeth. "I swear to Papa that if you keep this up I'm going to bite you. I can't believe you're the smart one. There was nothing to say that his logic wasn't sound. Eve just couldn't quite wrap her head around subjecting so easily to a loss. She hadn't, after all! She tracked him to the ends of Remnant to find him here! But, she actually knew what happened... Or at least, she had some inkling of an idea. It was just so hard for the not so bright pinkette to understand that her presence was so unfathomable. Did they all really think she had died? Did they doubt her capability that much? It wasn't the first time she nearly died, it surely wouldn't be the last.
Their feathered friend was lucky for her blood relation with Asger, or else Eve might've had her own objection to her taking his hand further. The pinkette already had to worry about some pretty boy in pink trying to take away her Adam, though it wasn't right of her to call Danae a homewrecker prior. She was the one other she was comfortable sharing her Adam with, mostly because she didn't have an option otherwise. There wasn't a risk of letting the young owlet get closer to him, something she learned only after trying to rip the girl a new one a few times only to receive lectures from Asger. In a way, Eve was trained and conditioned to accept Danae as part of Asger, because apparently, the human of the trio was more of a beast than the faunus. ... Something that made a little more sense now. Now more than ever though, Eve felt some foreign sense of thankfulness towards the feather coated faunus. In a mix of hoots and whispers, the owlet had begun singing a song that Eve couldn't begin to wrap her head around. Words of an incomprehensible language, especially when she barely understood the english that she spoke thanks to the work of her Adam. It was calming, sure, but to the pinkette it sounded like nothing more than gibberish. Yet it seemed that gibberish was doing far more than Eve's both playful and annoying banter, causing a noticeable change in his expression while those ocean like orbs of his reflected a medley of emotions. Nonsense or not, it was a sweet moment that Eve couldn't help but watch with the faintest smile. They were cute, Adam and his sister. All the same, she wasn't going to be outdone by her 'sister-in-law.' Speaking of her, Eve was too caught up in the moment to think of the possible consequences of one of his largest scars. Surely she would hear an earful from her 'dearest sister' about feasting on him again, no matter what good it posed. After everything they tried, they said, sang or showed, it all ended with Asger closing his eyes in silence once again. She'd tilt her head curiously, wondering what could possibly be going through that bird brain of his. Had he accepted their facts? Did they need to cite their sources? Or was he still no closer to believing them? All of that answered with a simple gesture, an arm tightening around her. Eve's eyes immediately lit up, knowing just how much sentiment was hidden behind such a simple gesture. Her Adam was never the best with physical contact, a rule that she broke at every possible opportunity. So the mere act of him doing it on his own spoke mountains, spoke acceptance, that he finally understood. Her delicate frame would lower, her chest pressing against as she began to nuzzle her forehead and cheek into his neck; barely missing him with her horns. Soft skin littered with rough obstructions of tiny scars, a texture she had longed to feel against her own. His smell, so fresh and potent. A faint musk muddled by feathers, likely stronger than normal from being asleep for two days straight. All the same, she took in a long and deep breath through her nose. Holding it for just a moment, she'd sigh softly and contently against him as she released it. This made it all worth it in the end.
Eve's lips would shift into a sneer, a mocking smirk as Asger asked such an open-ended question. The pinkette was the last person that could answer his question with any actual accuracy, but that didn't mean she couldn't pick on him a little. Lifting her head a little, she'd begin to whisper. "Weeeelllllll. From what I gather, when a mommy owl and a daddy falcon love each other veeeery much..." For someone pushing her twenties, Eve's own humor was nothing more than grade school level. The analogy would be followed with a fit of giggles, unable to even finish her attempt to poke fun at him. It was instead his uncertainty that would steer the conversation away from a topic that Eve may have known too much or too little about, except for the fact that his parents were differing birds. The next, of course, was the unfinished question of the hour. Eve was alive. How? When? Why? Honestly? It was luck, through and through. the situation laid itself out just right for her to make it, albeit far from unscathed. "Mmmm? What, that I was wolfie-chow? As~if~! They might've gotten a piece or three of me, but who hasn't? You can't lose me that easily, Adam." A cute snigger would escape her lips, exposing her sharpened enamels once again. A bitter laugh that fit Eve's brutal charm. Her? Picking fights she can't finish? Never! A loss only counts when she's dead, and so long as there is flesh of plenty to sustain her, she'll keep coming right back. "Oh don't give me that bull, Adam! I picked at least uh... One... Seven... Five.. Thirty-two... A lot of fights before I got here! Didn't lose a single one, not even when they shot--" Words cut abruptly short, her expression shied away in an odd way. She held her toothy grin, but it was one that clearly told she did something she probably shouldn't have. Even the shimmer in her eye said she got into far more trouble than he would've been okay with, leaving her with a playful but guilty smile. "Actually, I probably shouldn't tell you about that one. Let's put a pin in that, kay?" Steering away from the trickles of truth for her own origin story of how she got here, she'd retort to the other half of his statement. "All I've learned is that people don't know how to aim for the head and that I got pretty horn-y on my way here. Not even Papa could figure out why, but it looks like I'm not so human after all... Kinda makes sense, don't it?" Another thing that everyone pointed out, but no one had an answer to. How does someone suddenly become a faunus? Perhaps it was a progressive process, but it was one that Eve missed entirely. It all happened so fast in her eyes, her teeth falling out with new razor sharps and two cute little horns sprouting on her head. Honestly, though, they were far too fitting for her character. Sharpened teeth for the flesheater? Absolutely. Horns for satan embodied? Right here! Quick to jump the gun though, Eve had her own questions. Or question. One that was immediately important. Pushing herself up a little, she'd reach her hand to tap the boy's chin to focus on her and her alone. "So. Who put you in the hospital? Mmm? Hmm?! Was it that pink boy? I bet it was, playing foul tricks on my Adam. Danae told me all about him, the nerve!" Eve just wasn't ready to let the homewrecker go. While Eve had literally no grounds to actually claim Asger as her own, that didn't stop her from acting the part. She claimed him shortly after they met and the boy never actually turned her down, and now it was set in stone! ... Well, set in skin. What Eve hadn't realised was that Asger's memories were still a mess, but even that wouldn't have stopped her from jumping to the point. A point that Danae should've cleared earlier, but now led to Eve practically interrogating the poor boy. /size]
Alysian Virago
Youroka Kage
Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2019 6:50 am
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Danaë would feel Asger tighten his hand around her chest feathers. It was uncomfortable, but she would let it happen. Something was wrong with her brother. He wasn't trying to push away Eve from his chest, his face wasn't showing that he was embarrassed. He was always embarrassed when Eve did things like this. He seemed to be relaxing, taking in the feelings. He was at peace. Then he froze up, preparing himself for pain. She had seen that face before, and she hated it.
He finally seemed to relax. Closing his eyes, she could see droplets in them. She would still stand on her broken leg, but her entire body was shaking now from the pain. Then she was pulled towards the bed. She wasn't expecting it, She was pulled into bed with Asger and Eve, though her lower half of her body was still out of the bed. "Ho-oh-ow" She would exclaim as she fell. "Asger, I appreciate the closeness, but I need warning...My leg's broken." She would finally adjust herself to not be half off of the bed. He could see that her leg was in a cast. "Asger, you've been enrolled at Beacon for the last few months. I don't know how you escaped, but you did." She would pull out her scroll, and go to the picture of them at the ball, with their dates. "This was about a month ago." If he needed to take her phone to look at it, she would let him.
When Eve asked if it was the pink haired boy who did it, she would look at her. "I told you, the swapping of Semblances happened. For some reason, people dropped when they fixed it."
"With a head as big as yours I'd have all types of info flyin' up in there. too." he smiled. The dark skinned man joked with his gold themed leader. Adam, the less than thought oriented man he was, couldn't help but figure out that she brushes off important matters with jokes. If they made her feel better than he was fine with it. He watched her and took in her face. Starting with her black hair, that was usually braided to one side, flowing freely down her shoulders. Next, the initial features that held his focus upon their first meeting: those beautiful golden orbs that, from sunrise to sunset, put the sun to shame. Following the trail led to her small nose lightly peppered with freckles no doubt from her extensive time outside during her farmgirl days. Moving forward --or downward would be more precise-- brought his attention to her lips. Full and pouty. Questioningly kissable considering he's never had that type of thought before. Then again, him kissing someone on purpose was a first as well. Even if it was just on the forehead. Looking at the girl, his leader, his friend, he couldn't help but find her absolutely beautiful. His heart panged as he observed her. With his reputation of invading peoples personal space it wouldn't be completely out of the ordinary for him. He was brought from his thoughts at her taunt. "I'm going easy on you because you just woke up. Enjoy that lead, leader!" he slightly nudged her. Adam hasn't had the best environment that allowed teasing. Only when he was able to finally meet his little brother was that teasing nature was 'unlocked.' That, of course, was after his last match earning his freedom. He used that little game with his younger brother to help get his mind off of the things he'd done. Replace bad memories with food ones. Considering in the hood there isn't much to do, but talk trash to your friends, his little brother had gotten good at it by the time they met. So he had to 'level up' fast.
"I don't need to step up my game. Name ONE clown that could out-goofball me. Go ahead! I'll wait!" he said pulling up his sleeve checking an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Cecil don't count." he said still looking at his dark skin. Returning from his excellent joke their gazes met once more and time seemed to slow for him a bit. He wasn't observing her this time he was lost in his comfort in being here with her. So lost he didn't notice the blush on her cheeks or the warmth he felt creeping up his neck to his face. Dark chocolate met fine gold as they stared. "What is this girl doing to me?" he thought before going back to caring for her hands. Once he made his healthcare joked the trademark smirk made its appearance once again. She saluted him showing the respect someone of his stature in the Argent Armada deserved. Reminding him of their first meet at the mines. Much as it did her. Thought the situation was not ideal, her and Cecil being impaled and his team dissolving after that, he found himself fortunate that fate twisted in his favor. "At ease, no need to be so formal at this time, Private." he said deepening his voice to one of a more commanding nature. "And, yes, you should." he said matter of factly with smile and raised eyebrow. Adam felt a chill run up his spine. A familiar chill that said 'she's comin' at you with another one.' He tilted his head and slightly squinted his eyes at her. "What are you ab-" he was cut off by her remark. He chuckled and laughed as he held his face until he relaxed. "Look, I 'nose' I'm funny..." he booped her nose "...but if I dropped out then would could replaced this spiffin' personality?" he gestured to himself. "I've never used that word before. I think I used it right...maybe." he said to himself. "If my fighting was as good as my comedy then I'd be the leader of two teams." he smiled. "Three!" he corrected turning he joked into a compliment. He returned her wink with a toothy grin attached.
Felling the mood becomes more serious he looked to her as she commented about the semblance event. "It was a shock to everyone. We were all confused and couldn't believe it even though it was smack dab in front of us happening." he said sharing in her feeling. "But everyday people are waking up. I'm sure of it!" he gestured to her as proof. He tensed up a bit as scratched the back of his head at her question. The sound putting on full display his guilt from his awaited answer. "Uhh. Well... thing is- ok this is gonna sound bad, I admit that, but I wasn't really concerned about anyone else except you. Everyone else faded into the background once you passed out in front of me, I mean, us!" Adam stated. "You probably think I'm awful now." he laughed a bit nervously. He's never felt he should care about other peoples opinion of him. Why is she different? Yes Ridley is special, but how special is she to him. If he weren't so dense he would just be able to recall any encounter they've ever had and see how much they meant to each other. She's told him fragments of her past as he's done the same. He wasn't ready to reveal to her al the horrible things he's done. Things he's had to do. Things he was made to do. It would be at that point she would want nothing to do with him. Neither would Cecil or Azura. He was not ready for that. For the only three other people, he's considered friends, to leave him. Inadvertently by his hands. Thoughts were shattered as he noticed the heart machine increase rapidly in pace after poking her forehead. "You ok, Ridley?" he asked looking to the machine then her. His attention was brought to her lower lip as she bit it and couldn't but to feel allured by it. He felt his face subconsciously move a fraction of an inch towards hers, but regained himself at her Medusa joke. We'll since I have so many shiny objects that I just make shinier all I have to do is show you your reflection, right? I'm you perfect counter!" he joked in retaliation. Both of them bursting with laughter until it faded. As she brought up her brother and he softly silenced her he saw her eyes widen. She seemed quite surprised at his action, but he sported a caring smile. Wrapping her in a gentle embrace he heard a muffled 'thank you.' "Of course, Ridley." He stood and stretched, "I'm never not hungry." he answered. He was so excited to finally get something to eat. Worrying really works up an appetite. Though she excused herself to a different room he still covered his eyes to be funny. He removed his hands once she was back in her normal attire he lit up in his mind. The huntress-in-training was beautiful to him no matter what she wore, but her classic attire was his favorite. "Firstly, thank you for the compliment. Secondly, let's decide that when we get outta here because everyone is gonna think you're dead!" he grabbed her and put her on his back. He was referring to the now flatlining machine. He rushed his way through every door with her on his back. Was it necessary? No. But he did it anyway. Nurses and doctors rushed to the room they just left ignoring them entirely. They made it to the outside of the infirmary and he set her down. "Ok, let's go get a burger!" he shouted with his arms in the air. "Quickly, before I fade!" he said adding to her joke. He looked around confused. "Which way is the closest burger joint?" he asked.
From what was easy to see, the recovery process of her teammate was naturally set that she was alright. As she was not the doctor in the room though, Sasselia could not necessarily comment or wonder if Koryn should have a prescription to help. Of course that would be useless anyways, as the only thing her teammate could feast on was sugary water. It was no matter how many or how strong, with her petite figure the prescription for excess pain could be more intolerable. At least at the moment Koryn had realized how long she had went without any substance she usually had, she was ready to get marching one hundred percent. Being asked where and when they could go she had been one hundred percent ready to answer her a few locations in her mind as to a few good locations. Of course before to much could be said the doctor was at the ready, denying any quick exit. The check ups still needed to commence. Eira was even agreeing to this, leaving Sasselia no choice but to also agree. Koryn already had two people on her case about sitting put and staying longer. Geez the poor girl wanted to leave. How hard was it to comply to this? Surely her upbeat persona and optimistic excitement should have sufficed?
"Hmm... I-I would s-say let us prove them wrong K-Koryn, and allow them to quickly let him check you. That way we can one hundred percent confirm y-you can easily make haste out of here and towards a good sugar feast." With all the wires and attachments around her it would be dangerous for her to be moving all too soon for comfort. What if she turned the wrong way and one attachment removed from the machine? It could certainly cause no harm but it was a more "safe than sorry" motivation to it. Laying down for long though she needed to really stretch them wings properly, and move that spine. No doubt her teammate was stiffer then a board on her spine. A shame but she'd have no choice but to agree. The sooner the better for Koryns sake. There was nothing worse then containing the lovely faunus for too much longer. She could possibly go right for those colorful lab coats even as a punishment and gift combo for him taking so long to give her a clean bill of health.
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XXXPerhaps she was being to blunt with it all, too lax with her words. Her ghostly figure would continue to drift above the two, iridescent hues shimmering under the overhead florescent. Transparent lips would slip into a smirk, a playful pucker as she hummed in twisted delight. "In the same room? Let's be real, Feralis, either one of you could be locked in a plain white room alone and still find some way to cause chaos. It just multiples tenfold when you two catch a whiff of each other." As teasing as her echoed words were, they held a potent truth. With or without each other the two had always found a way to stumble into chaos. It was only when two chaotic forces collided that it would create a storm of discord, one that was further influenced into a maelstrom when her own mischievousness was added to the mix. "Twenty-fold when yours truly gets involved~" She added with a pitch of spooky playfulness.
Rainbow orbs would widen, her curiosity peaked as she looked at his collar. When did her little pup get tagged? It was cute, in an odd way. Her ghostly presence would float down to it, bringing her face close to the electrical-doodad that hugged his neck. "Oh? Someone got tagged? How sweet. I bet it was that girlfriend of yours, hmmm?' She mused, her faded smirk beaming at him teasingly. Now what exactly was she getting on about he was bound to wonder. Well, unfortunately for her dear wolf she had met a wonderful feline faunus with the most adorable puppy in weapon's class. A hyperactive girl that was quick to pick up on her discomfort and offered aid, even exchanging numbers with her robotic companion. So yes, Maria was well in the light about the team that Feralis had 'replaced' them with. A mockery ensemble of two cats, a puppy, and a jaded soldier girl. One of the faunus in particular, Nova, had been quite adamant about sending Maria a number of texts and selfies during her time at Beacon. Imagine her surprise when the girl started talking about her new boyfriend, complaining about all his wolfman behavior. Each text about it was like Christmas day, giving Maria more ammunition than she knew what to do with, saving it all for a rainy day when she needed to ridicule the boy or give Kenna a special pick me up. Floating idly in the air, Maria purposely waited a few extra moments for the man's reaction before continuing herself. "Fortunately for you, dealing with Prism here has made me a little techy. I'll take a crack at it sometime and tell you all the features~ I bet I can even get the tincan to upgrade it for us so that it translates my sign language. I'm doing the same thing to Mitten's scroll too, a surprise for when she joins the living." Not to say that the woman wasn't ready to crack the code right away. She was more than capable of it, but she didn't want to take herself out of the running just yet by possessing too many things at once.
As much as it annoyed the man, it was almost clear with the expression of Maria's phantom face that she was amused at his growls. One of the little pleasures she got in life still was being able to tease those dear to her, something that was once a favorite past time in what felt like a lifetime ago. Leaning back, the specter of a woman would begin to listlessly float in the air again, listening as her amused look shifted to one of curiosity and confusion. "Aware of yourself? Without your music box? Gee, that would've been handy five years ago." Unlike Kenna's references to the past, Maria had no intention of using them to hurt. No, it was more than that. Live, regret, learn. The past was the past and if you couldn't make light of it from time to time, there was no moving forward. And frankly, having Feralis be conscious as his wolf self would've been a blessing on more than one occasion. To have his mangy mutt butt come chasing after her rather than the other way around, she would've paid for that privilege. Still, despite her remark, she'd continue to listen as her form began to move in a freefloat. Shifting, twisting, using her lack of presence to her benefit to enjoy the freedom of movement. Knowing just how much chaos unfurled that day, Maria wasn't necessarily surprised about the body swap. She set herself on fire, Rachel was puking socks, Feralis was a conscious wolf, and half the school dropped into a coma. Yeah, a body swap didn't seem far-fetched at that point. Maria was much more interested in the smaller things, a pause before escaped, and the fact that he was willing to crash through a window as a wolf. "Not much of a team player anymore, are ya? How many floors did you jump just to bolt? Should I get my scorecards?" Mocking. A part of her that people didn't often see these days because of how exhausting it could be. The Maria that Nova from his team had known was only a facade to her restricted life, an outer mask that made living a little easier.
It was Feralis' next question that caused a notable shift in her expression. Only moments ago was she mocking him, spitting jokes as fast as he could talk with the smuggest smile she could muster. All of that gone in an instant, just from a few words on his own part. Her smile had faltered, the corners of her lips dropping to a more somber and uneased expression. The odd twinkle of joy that shimmered in her transparent orbs had also faded, her gaze instead immediately darting towards Kenna's sleeping form. There was a pause as she started, an awkward silence as the aura in the room seemed to shift entirely. "I... I'm not really comfortable leaving her alone, ya know?" Well, how would Kenna feel about all of this? Just like Maria when she was stuck in her bed, she didn't want to hold anyone back. In fact she had actually pushed them all away, it was better that way. She knew that Kenna wouldn't do that, but she also knew that things were different now. As jaded as she had become, the two had become inseparable once more. "It... Made her uneasy to leave her alone, knowing all that she had now. A sense of unease had dominated her life knowing all that had happened in those five years, what this poor girl had to go through. Knowing the truth about the demon known as Eteria, knowing all that she was capable of and more with the White Crows at her disposal. It made her uneasy. Terrified, in fact. Whose to say that someone couldn't just walk in under her influence? Whether it was a dead crow powering their way through, or a envoy that had been given direct access? This wonder, this worry, it was crippling not just her body but her soul. Not that she would ever let on to either of them.
"But.."
But... All the same, she didn't want Feralis to think that she was always putting Kenna first. That wasn't the case, not always. It wasn't something that she had tried to do, it was never something that she had intended. Day in and day out she worried for the wolf boy just as much and was heartbroken all the same when he never returned. ... That's where things were a little different now. She had Kenna right by her side all the time, but Feralis was always slipping through her finger tips. One reunion at the dance, then nothing for multiple weeks. A silence that had left her uneasy, but a burden that was made a little lighter with the silly texts from Nova. It was a sign that he hadn't just disappeared again, something that told her that he was alright. Frankly it was one of the only reason she hadn't worried nearly as much. The other being that he didn't know what they knew, that he couldn't have been a target of what they were running from. ... But... What if he did? Would that have been so bad? "Maybe some air would do me good.. Besides, we've got a lot to catch on, don't we?" Her expression hadn't lifted at all. Corners of her lips continued to tug down, though her gaze shifted back towards the wolf. Gently, delicately, her body would float across the air just over her body once again. Slowly, pieces of her would begin to phase back into her mortal coil, but as she did she would continue. " I think I'll leave Prism on stationary mode, so.. I hope you don't mind pushing my lazy bum around." If Feralis had watched her, listened closely, he'd notice her pitch pickup right at the end. Even on her lips was a small smile, her playful nature peeking through just one last time before her soul settled into her body once again.
Eyelids would slowly flutter open, showing her true iridescent pools that shimmered under the overhead lights. Her expression had softened, weakened, but she held true to her suggestion. Once listless fingers began to move, weakly tapping the keys on her chair. By the third key the robot would stir to life again, however the LED's were a vivid red. An indicator that it would be looking out for dangers, threats, anything that could've come to harm what it was meant to protect. It was following a series of weak hand gestures that the robot would speak, however the pitch was adjusted to indicate it was speaking for Maria and not itself. "Let me connect Prism to your collar? I'd... Be a little more comfortable right now. That way if something happens or Mittens here wakes up, it can let us know. What do you say? Then its all on you. Not like I can stop you anyways, since you'll be pushing me." Right at the very end her feeble self would crack the smallest smile. Trying to give Feralis an offer he couldn't refuse, it was something she did best.
Alysian Virago
Ghost254
Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2019 9:01 am
Ɛ==3Profile Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3 Feralis only nodded at Maria's mention of how they would cause chaos even in a room that was devoid of anything but the two of them. It was like they were created to be enemies with one another and fight for all eternity. There was no changing the cat's nature or even his own at this point with how set in their ways they were. But he didn't think he was as bad as she was saying he was when left alone... though he would get bored as hell and trying breaking out of that room at some point, that was for sure. 'But that is only because it's idiotic to try and cage a wolf.' He thought to himself. She would then mention how it would become so much worse when she was involved, to which Feralis nodded. "Too many alphas in the same place." He would say simply to her with a slight toothy grin. While he hated Kendall, they were all very much alpha's in their team. Unlike in his new team where Ivory as very clearly a beta and the human an omega with Princess as alpha... No one was a beta or omega in MAKO, just all alpha's vying for power between one another. Though he could never, and would never have, taken head alpha from Maria in the old days. She was way too strong then... and kept pitting him and Kendall against one another. She thought she got away with it entirely, but once the duo had beaten each other to a pulp the truth was usually revealed. And they usually payed her back for it in one of their tenuous alliances. 'Though even now I still consider her alpha.' He thought to himself without commenting on it.
He watched as the spectral maria would float down to get a close look at his 'collar', much as he hated calling it that. It was one of the conditions he had to take once he came to the school after what happened the last time. Not that he would always have the stupid thing on and he fully intended to take it off more than once. As she spoke about him getting tagged he growled again while showing his fangs. He did not like that term for it, he was not anyone's property. And he knew from the tone of her voice that she was purposefully trying to get a rise from him. Which was unfortunately working as much as he hated to admit it. However her next few words about it being his girlfriend made his eyes go wide as his ears automatically pricked up. He wanted to be sure Princess was nowhere near him, but more importantly, how the hell did she know about her!? He would growl to her in a more aggressive tone, though not completely directed to her. "I do not have a girlfriend, and I am not her boyfriend! How do you know about Princess anyway?" He would ask her with eyes intently gazing to her spectral form. He was not one to beat around the bush, and acted before he thought some of the time as a result of his anger. He wanted to know how many people knew about the damned cat and whatever rumors she was spreading. He would have to confront Princess later about it though. While another person may have tried denying it without saying names, Feralis was not the type to do so. It was the only girl he could think of that would make that claim anyway, as he knew Ivory would not with his interest in the feline.
For better or for worse, Maria would change the topic after a little bit and mention how she could figure out all his collar could do and maybe even make it so that it would translate her sign language. At the mention of Tin can upgrading it he gave a wary glance to the machine. It did not trust him and the feeling there was mutual between the two of them. He would rather learn sign language himself manually, but having that translator early would make things a lot easier in the meantime. "That would be... nice. But the tin can does no other augments to it! I don't need the robot listening in on me when i'm somewhere else." He would say in a very firm voice that showed there would be no compromise in that. "But I still want to learn normally for understanding it. I don't want to have to rely on this stupid thing to translate all the time." He would add in a bit less of a strict voice. He did not want to rely on machines, he never did. He much preferred living off his own skill and creations. Relying on the machine would only make him weaker, in his mind. He had learned to speak with wolves, with people, he could learn this too once he put his mind to it and had enough time. She would then begin to listen to his story, and mention how handy it would have been if he could be aware as a wolf in the past. His ears would drop slightly, even though he knew she didn't mean it in a bad way. "If only. I could've made sure Kenna's ego didn't get as big as it has." He would nod and say with a slight smile. He did not joke often, wasn't entirely in his nature. But he tried for Maria nonetheless. The last thing he wanted was her getting down because of that memory. She would then mention him not being much of a team player, asking how far he fell and if she should get a score card. He let out a small growl, but it was more playful than aggressive. "You know me, lone wolf is more my style. Besides, the only team i'll ever be loyal to is MAKO. I'm stuck with too many felines on this one, and one omega who won't stop barking." He would say to her with a small aggressive smile. The omega was the human, though he didn't feel the need to mention specifics. Especially if she knew about Princess. Thinking for a second, he would continue speaking. "And if you must know, three floors. Landed in the fountain below." He would simply say. He was not the type to always brag at least. Unless he was with Kendall. That was a different case.
Maria would mention not being entirely comfortable with leaving Kendall alone, which he could understand. As much as they were against one another and how she could normally care for herself, she was in a vulnerable state right now. And he had no doubt the cat made a fair amount of enemies in her time given her abrasive personality. As much as Maria was the one to beat them all down in the past, she was also the one that watched over them when they were recovering. Tough love would probably have been the best way to describe it. He would stay though if that is what she ultimately decided, but stayed silent for now. His opinion was still to leave after all. He wanted to make sure Maria cared for herself as much as she cared for them. And being cooped up in a tiny room was not something he considered good for her, even if she couldn't move much physically anyway. How people stayed in doors as long as they did he was already uncertain, as he would have been tearing down the walls to get out. However, before he would decide to settle in himself, she would seem to be uncertain for a moment before agreeing. Feralis' tail would subconsciously begin to wag a bit as his ears pricked up in happiness. "That we do. The ball was fun and all, but not great for talking." He would reply in a happy tone, another rarity for him when interacting with others. It only ever really came out with her. He had noticed her expression had gone down since proposing the question, probably from worry over Kenna, but had been firm in his mind that this was better for her. 'And I can think of a few ways to bring that smile back.' He thought to himself. He was definitely better company than Kenna, though her being in this state was a slight improvement to her nature. Though he was not being serious with that last thought. He may hate and fight the cat all the time, but he did enjoy that in a small way.
As she mentioned pushing her around, he would smirk slightly before responding. "Sure, I can push you around. Can't guarantee i'll be gentle or that this will be a smooth ride though. I do like going off road...And don't think you'll be stuck sitting the entire time." He would hint lightly at some of his intentions for driving her around on her wheelchair. He was also more than happy for it because it meant he wouldn't have to deal with that robot anymore. He even noticed her cheer up a little, which was something he was glad for. As she sunk back into her body he was glad to see her actual eyes open up and see her expression had weakened but remained nonetheless. 'I need to find a way to fix this...; He silently thought to himself. He wanted her to feel like her old self again, and do what she used to. He would notice her typing on her chair and the robot come to life with red lights. He growled instinctively as he turned slightly to face it, not trusting it with his back. Even if he knew her plan with it, it was his natural reaction. He would miss her hand gestures, but would hear the robot speak in a voice similar to Maria. So he did understand that it was speaking for her...once she began speaking words and his mind sorted the confusion to make sense. He would look warily between scrap metal and Maria at her offer...before sighing. "Fine, you can do that. As soon as this is done though I don't want it able to listen in on me through the collar." He would say, clearly not liking the idea but relenting nonetheless. He would smile slightly though as he continued speaking. "True, I can finally get revenge on you for pushing me into the ocean." He would tease her in return with a toothy smile. He was not one to ever forget things that were done to him, and that being a notable memory in his mind. Not that he would do it to her now in her current state, but just a teasing reminded that she shouldn't tempt him while at his mercy. There were plenty of things he wanted to pay her back for.
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XXXTo think that someone who looked to be sleeping so soundly would be experiencing anything but that. Ever since that horrific scene she witnessed, the illumination of the black aura that represented her own engulfed Eli. Bearing the whites of his eyes as the vivid electric hues she had grown to admire rolled back into his skull. A process that unlike her own seemed to bring the utmost agony to the spider she held most dear to her heart. It was a scene directly from only her most horrific nightmares, that the presence that longed to consume everything that done so to the only good thing in her world. To watch his body fall limp, an expression of shock and pain falling calm as his eyelids fell listless. The petite girl was quick to act, bracing herself as a pillar of support as to not let him fall. Only the encompassing black aura that consumed him had returned to her, a sign clear as day as her own skin began to eat away at the zero suit she lent him. How exactly she managed to get him to the infirmary on her home seemed to be a miracle in and of itself. Even more surprising was how undamaged he was from her, having had taken every precaution possible to get the boy back safe and sound. She wasn't going to let herself hurt him, not again. It had been two days since that day. Never for more than a moment did the girl leave his side, either. Watching, waiting. She might've starved if it wasn't for her team or a certain horned boy making sure she was properly fed and visited. Some might've thought that she was the one that needed looking after and not the spider faunus.
What was worse; being awake and forcing to face the consequences of reality itself, or hiding away in a deep slumber where the nightmares were waiting to consume her? It was a question the sandy-haired girl just could not answer on her own. Being awake brought its own sense of pain and guilt, being forced to watch her slumbering spider with a guilt-ridden somber expression. Yet the world of dreams was far from sunshine and rainbows. While she didn't have to face her expressionless spider, she would instead endure a sequence of memories and horror. Reminders of who she was, what she had done, and what she could do. Truly a medley that fed off of her ever-growing despair, eating her from the inside out. She had shut down, reclused, refusing to talk to anyone or anything. She would either remain tucked in her chair watching the boy with the saddest gaze, pools of sand that fell away like grains of sand in an hour glass. It was that or sleep, endless sleep. Something that took her away from one pained reality to another. Time and time again in all of this a nurse, Ms. Black, and her own teammates had tried comfort and reassure her. "He'll wake up soon, don't worry." "This wasn't your fault, mostly everyone checked in is just like him." "Once he wakes up we'll hit the hot spring, I promise." They didn't know how it was, how it felt. Even if all logic had deterred any sort of evidence that it was her doing, she'd take the blame all the same. It was always her fault when something went wrong, especially when someone got hurt. Especially if it was him. Whether it was enduring her touch of pestilence in the desire for affection and comfort or enduring a world of burdens to ensure she was safe and happy. If anything had happened to him, it was usually because he was doing something for her.
This wouldn't have happened if she wasn't here. Not only would he be awake, but he wouldn't have had to dare to endure experiencing the same fate she was cursed with. A burden she wouldn't wish upon anyone, even her most dastardly parents or the cruelest of bullies. Of all the people in her life to have to endure her curse, it was only fitting that it would be the one who she cherished the most. A fate that he would have never had to experience if she had just alone, as she was sure she was meant to be. It was a mentality that she struggled with often. Nearly every waking moment, in fact, one that only Eli could distract her from. The thought that she was only a burden in his life, a curse, one that only brought him misfortunate as she had done to everyone else. Just as her parents always told her. She wasn't the delicate flower that was enduring against the world, it was the world that was enduring her presence.
A field of flowers, ever expansive yet just as delicate. The sky above was a mosaic of shades of purple, blue, and black. A series of tiles appearing infinite, each one embedded with a dazzling gem which reflected the light of the moon as its own individual star. The earth below was less of a tapestry and more of a canvas, each brushstroke carefully lined with a series of differing flowers from the Amaryllidaceae. Crinum, Narcissus, Sprekelia and countless others seemed to be color coordinated with each stroke. As the night sky would shift and the tiles cycled, the flowers would change and grow in different patterns with a gentle blow of the wind. An ever-changing mural that perfectly reflected the beautiful soul that was buried beneath the scars of her curse. There was only one obscurity, the girl herself. In the center of a beautiful canvas from the sky above was a black dot, one of death and rot that pulled away from the beauty of it all. In the center was a tiny girl with sandy locks, knees tucked against her chest as she sat unmoved by it all. Even though the expansive world around her was an orchestra of beauty, all the sandy-haired girl could see around her was dried and wilted. Her vision was obscured, unclear, a true reflection of how distorted her view on herself was. Even if Eli was right, that her soul was pure and beautiful, all she could ever see was what others had told her. Tarnished, unclean, terrible, ugly, a curse trapped in a human form. The wind would dance around the field of flowers to carry a torrent of petals, cycling into a colorful medley that danced with the symphony of the wind. A symphony gone unheard as Cali dug her nails into her arms, pulling her legs tighter while the palms of her hands ate away at her arms. All she heard were voices of the past, many that Eli had long believed to have been silenced. From simple insults to words that cut far too deep.
'Monster.' 'Freak.' 'Demon child.' 'You ruined our family! You ruined me!' 'Why don't you just run off into the forest and join the grimm? I bet they'd appreciate you, and if they don't, at least you'll give them a belly ache! It's a win-win!' 'If someone would grab Pesti-- I mean Calista's paper, do grab some gloves.' 'What did I do to have you?' 'It looks like there's even a limit to a mother's love.' 'I've been good, I follow the law, I donate to charity, I even raise faunus awareness. How am I repaid? A cursed child that destroys everything she touches and a rotted womb so I don't even try for another! Why did it have to be you?' Perhaps the one that stuck the most was the last night her father spoke to her, though long before the accident that separated her from them. 'I've been meaning to talk with you, Calista. I've done some thinking. Have you ever heard the word Hapless? An adjective, it means unfortunate. That's what you are. To me, your mother, your friends. .. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. Do you even have any? Classmates might be better. You define that word for yourself and everyone around you. Just think about that for a moment. You're The Hapless, and after what The Hapless has done, she's no daughter of ours.' Those were the last words her father had spoke to her. Calling her the definition of misfortune, then ignoring her existence altogether. All the abuse and torment had gotten to a point that it was too taxing for her family to do. So thinking better, they chose to ignore her instead.
It was a term that had stuck with her the longest. Yes, she was pestilence, decay, it was the nature of her semblance. That word stretched beyond that though. It meant that no matter what she said or did, no matter what she did to redeem herself, she would only bring misfortune. A misfortune that they just couldn't handle anymore, that no one could. It seemed that even now Eli was at his limits of what he could endure. It was because of her that misfortune had fallen upon him. Stretching back to their days in the schoolyard when the bullies would beat on him when trying to protect her. To when he endured the flames of hell itself and the claws of a beast to save her only to be tortured. None of which would've happened if he just ran away with his parents, parents that may have still been alive to this day. Her existence brought misfortune to those around them, it was something she was growing ever more certain of. Something that fueled the darkness that lurked in this field of flowers. 'Give up, give in. It'll become so much easier if you just become what they want you to be.." A darkness which made her shoulders all the heavier. Just as with every travesty it had lurked in her happiest moments. The presence of pestilence hanging on her shoulder with a finger around her neck, trying so desperately to cause her to break. Now more than ever the burden of the weight was crashing down on her. The dot of death in the canvas of flowers was growing, the presence of pestilence being carried with the wind to grow and spread. To consume it all, to erase it all. 'One that brings misfortune. One that brings despair." The presence was encumbering, the weight of pestilence threatening to consume her being as a whole. Sandy orbs were clenched so tightly shut while cracks formed in a spiderweb across her hands and arms. Darkness was seeping out, a shadow like a fluid, one that edged her further and further. 'Consume, and be consumed, hapless minx. Let this facade end already.' A spiderweb of cracks would continue to spread across her body. It was her decay that caused her skin to crumble to the passing wind, leaving nothing behind but the darkness that laid within. It was only before her head could crumble that something would change, something felt different. The world had gone black and she was alone.
She would then feel it. The itching, the scratching. Something she would've thought was the lingering presence of her distorted nightmares, a reminder of the pestilence that longed to consume her. While uncomfortable, it was grounding. A reminder that such a distortion wasn't real, but instead the darkness that Eli had longed to fight off. Delicate fingertips would curl against Eli's hand, fingers entangled with one another. It wasn't until she felt the smooth fabric of the gloves they wore become dusty chalk crumbling in her grasp that she dared to move her hand. The girl just wanted to enjoy it for a little longer, the warmth of his hand against hers, even through their gloves. A soft and nearly silent sigh escaped her lips, like a small huff of a breath held for too long. Carefully, as to not graze her skin against his own, she'd untwine their fingers to slowly pull away. Long lashes obscured by pale locks of sandstone began to gently flutter open, eyelids narrowing as the fluorescence lights shimmered off sienna hues. Her sandy orbs had looked down at him, at a boy sleeping peacefully despite everything. A sight she never used to as the boy was so adamant about waking before her. It was a bittersweet sight, one that normally would brighten any day of hers, but knowing he was here because of her. .. Well, it made it impossible to enjoy. Something was off, though, something new. Blinking in confusion, she'd look down to notice something wrapped around her. A blanket draped around her, one that she was certain she hadn't slept with. An induced sleep that she couldn't have prepared for, so where did this come from? Was it him again? Someone who continued to bring treats and oddities while she didn't dare leave Eli's beside. The horned boy she had bumped into the first day in the infirmary, one that looked just as heartbroken to see Eli like this as she was. One that knew everything about her, yet endured all that pain and more as he waited by the bedside of a pale-haired girl.
She would then feel it. The itching, the scratching. It was the presence of self-inflicted pestilence. What was a somber expression would twist into one of grimace, remembering not only her dream but what had happened the night before. 'It happened again... I.. I'm sorry, Eli.." Even before looking she knew what she had done. Skin once raw the night before had dried and crusted beneath the blanket draped over her arms. Even now, her fingertips were curled around her right forearm, eating away at layers of skin. Her hand would drop then. A series of rashes that would soon enough add to the medley of patchwork scars that littered her body. It was not unlike the large rash she had received from Eli days prior but was far too fresh to blame on an accident. As the years had gone on it became all too difficult to tell which marks were new and old, as the canvas that was her own body had become a mural that reflected the curse she bared. It was when the darkness crept from the crevice of her mind that her curse expressed its toll on herself, not that anyone could tell. ... Well, most anyone. Somehow he always could, Eli always knew what pattern was new. Cali could never explain herself when they were her own doing, she could never hide it either. Somehow he always knew whether it was an accident or self-inflicted, though she could never lie to him either. Anxiety would settle in and she would freeze up, knowing she had done wrong. It rarely hurt anymore, after all she had done, all she had been through. That didn't make it right, no matter her reasoning. Even now. Cold sandy orbs would stare down at the crimson welts among the rawness that was her forearm. Any further and she might've started to bleed. It wasn't scar correction or an accident, it just... Was. Shifting in her chair, the blanket would move to cover her arm as she leaned forward. Arms would cross in her lap as she looked upon her dearest spider once more, reality settling in once more. "I need you.. Please..?" She begged softly as tears began to well in her sandy eyes once more, like waves crashing along the shoreline.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 6:25 pm
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XXXPhantom lips would curl in a playful sneer towards the wolf at the mention of alphas. That's all that team MAKO was, including their predatorial mentor, a group of alphas in a constant battle for power that brought chaos wherever they went. Despite all the times they'd but heads there was some semblance of respect between them all. Strength was their drive forward, it united them through and through. IF only the times hadn't changed so drastically, if only she hadn't fallen so ill. That didn't mean her reign was over, though she wasn't presented with the opportunity to flex it. One day she'd get her moment in the spotlight again, something to cast away all signs of doubt that the former of MAKO held, even if they didn't intend to. One day she'd get to show that her spirit burns as bright as ever, and that spirit alone would be what pushed her forward even as her body fell to shambles.
The spectral menace couldn't keep from snorting as she seemed to suck in air for laughter, despite being just a trick of the light. Her smile was playful and teasing, iridescent hues lighting up brightly at his reaction. A little wolf fell right into her trap and she was oh so ready to let him have it. The only thing that could've made this moment better was if her dear kitten was awake. Her iridescent form, which shimmered under the bright florescent lights, began to circle around Feralis' solid form. Floating so carefree, lighter than air itself. It looked as if she was practically swimming in the air around him as she went to 'flick' his perked ear, though he may feel nothing more than a phantom chill. "She's a real sweetie, isn't she? Nova and that cute little pup of hers. I met them in weapons class before you two came back. My team completely flaked on me, but 'Princess' let little Noah keep me company. Why can't you ever be that cute?" The only word that could describe Maria's expression was smug in its purest form. Where as Feralis had been calling the girl a nickname, Maria showed that she knew exactly who she was and that pup of hers. "She gave Prism her number to send me puppy pics and selfies, though one day she started talking about her wolfman boyfriend. Screaming about alphas and betas, getting in fights and falling out of buildings. I asked her to sneak a picture once. She could've taken a more flattering picture, but it was you. ... Man, you really do eat like a beast." If Maria had been in her body she would've gestured for Prism to show him the picture of him stuffing his gullet she snagged. But alas, all she could do now was continue to taunt him.
After tormenting the poor wolf enough, Maria seemed just as content free floating in the air as she offered a few suggestions. While she absolutely preferred to be floating and talking in her spectral form, it was nice to be physical. She had no doubt in Prism's ability to give that collar of his an upgrade or two, whether the wolf wanted it or not. The gesture was sweet, though, one that made her smile. A desire to learn to talk for her sake, though she knew it was more so because he absolutely hated the reliance on technology. All the same, she'd nod at the terms. "I'll give you the crash course that I gave Kenna. I'll even teach you how to trash talk our robot friend here." That was something she took absolute delight in. Whenever Prism was in some manner of compliance mode, it gave her the freedom to plot acts of mischief against her dear tin can. If a ghost could snort at a joke, she would've done so just as she tried before. She always got a special chuckle whenever either of her furballs made a joke, it meant that she taught them well. It kept up her smile for a moment, but it would falter shortly after to one more somber. "I bet you could've, but, we'll give her this one. ... Silly lions, pride running in their veins. Hard to tell if they're worse than the wolves." She had to be careful in the stories she treaded, for the last thing she wanted, just as Feralis, was to be saddened by a memory. Instead, a smirk would cross her lips again as it was time to play again. "You mean Kenna isn't the most unbearable? Oh man, don't tell her that. She might just try to step up her game." There was more that she could press on, but she got the most amusement out of holding Kenna and now Princess over his head. The ghostly woman had to ponder for just a second, letting the news of a three story fall settle in. "Well, I can't imagine a wolf being the most graceful at landing. Cats are the ones that land on their feet. So I was gonna give you a six, but since you hit the target on point, I'll bump you up to an 8. How does that sound?" She would snicker, holding up her transparent fingers in accordance to her numbers.
Shortly following the return to her body and the gestures that pushed Prism forward, Maria would motion for the robot to nod in acknowledgement before stepping towards Feralis. Finely detailed cybernetic fingers would reach for the collar that was around the wolf's neck, slow enough to give him warning. Prism's lights would shift a variety of colors as the cyber finger tapped against the surface, so long as it was allowed. Meanwhile, a voice of a specific tune would sound from the robot again as Maria began to weave away at gestures to speak. 'Real talk? Take me to the highest hill and let me roll. Prism here never takes me to do anything exciting. 'Lady Maria, that is far too dangerous for your condition.' 'Lady Maria, I beg you to reconsider.' 'Lady Maria, Please! While your chair may be fit to operate in water, there is only so much control we can handle!'" With every little motion, the faintest trace of a smile could be see on her near listless face. Not only from her own trash talking of the robot that did truthfully take good care of her, but the taunt he so dared to do to her. In fact, such a cute little smile actually held a faint sense of mischievousness. As Prism seemed done with its work, it would tap the collar a second time only to have it emit the faintest shock against Feralis' throat. Not burning, not painful, more so like that of a joy buzzer to startle the arrogant wolf. 'Be careful who you get snarky with. Even in this chair I can still kick both your furry butts.' If the feeble girl had it in her, she'd chortle, but instead a small huff escaped her lips. It was the most she could do as a laugh, but still a sign that she believed she won.
After all was said and done, Prism would step away from Feralis to take its stationary side beside Kendall. Amused, Maria would use what strength she could gather to settle her head back against her chair while weaving her fingers. "Testing. One. Two. Red. Blue. Feralis is whipped. Okay, cool. Oh man, I sound like one of those tutorial AI's. Just kill me now." This voice was different. One that sounded very robotic, distorted, but said the words slow, thoroughly and clear. It also didn't come from Prism this time, but from the device that was tied around his neck. At the sound of the new translation Maria appeared to sink in her chair, as much as a nearly immobile girl could allow herself to. With a strained breath of a sigh, coming out as nothing more than softly whistling air through her nostrils, she'd sign again. 'We're still in the beta phase of this, but, it works. Prism synced us up and will give you a ring if something happens here... So, snuffles, you're free to take the wheel." Though thoroughly disappointed with the first attempt at remote translation, she still held her wonderful but arrogant Maria charm. Bright vivid hues were locked on Feralis, the corner of her lips trying to curl up to smirk. 'You'd better wake up soon, Kenna, but not while I'm gone. Prism will take good care of you, and... If she dares to show her face here, I'll make sure I bring back a truck.' Words that wouldn't be spoken but thought towards her comatose friend, swearing to protect her even from a distance. Prism had been sent to sentry mode, solely to take care of and protect the feline that was stuck in bed.
Ɛ==3Profile Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3Ɛ==3 Feralis had did his best to keep his mouth shut as his words and reactions had only seemed to fuel Maria in her attempts to irritate and get a rise out of him. Well not attempts; it was working until he stubbornly decided he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of his usually vocal responses. 'Maybe later when I have space i'll come up with something.' He thought to himself. He was the worst with keeping up with this vocal taunting game, and could usually only react and fall deeper into it. So he was going to take a tactical retreat... as disgusting as that sounded until he had some time to think. Even as she 'flicked' his ear, which sent a weird chill through him, he didn't even flinch. He was determined to not give her so much satisfaction for now. He wasn't going to be winning this battle of words with her anytime soon, not when she seemed to hold all the cards. And all the information. 'Grr! Someone is going to pay for this.' He thought to himself, though he was pretty sure it was just princess. She had given her way too much to use against him apparently, and would probably continue to do so. When she called Nova a sweetie though he couldn't help bu growl. The girl was scary, not sweet. And upon the comment on Noah being cute he frowned; the last thing he ever wanted was to be called cute. He was feral, ferocious; not some lap dog. Still, he held his tongue for now. The more he answered and tried to object to what she was saying the more she would bring it up. Even when hearing of Princess apparently calling him her boyfriend... something that couldn't be farther than the truth, but it did worry him that she would say something like that. He had enough trouble dealing with her already with how she viewed him... if she wanted to go further he may as well walk into a cage and lock it himself. Her comment of him eating like a beast didn't faze him in the slightest though, and instead he would smile like he was proud of it. Which he was. He rather be likened to a beast than a person.
After giving his consent she would agree to his terms and even offered to teach him to trash talk the tin can, to which he would nod his head with a smirk. He was so going to use that against the robot once he learned how to do so. He did get some slight joy though as she mentioned lion pride, which was the definition of kenna, but also that she would want to step up her game. If the lioness felt she was being outdone it would infuriate her, even if it ended with the same result of it being against him. Or so he thought at least, with the mindset of her being up staged and knowing how she never liked being outdone. And even if it didn't, thoughts were already forming in his mind on how to use that against her if she didn't see it as a negative. Thoughts that may never pop in a heated moment, but could be prepared ahead of time now that he maybe had forewarning.To her comment of not knowing if wolves or lions were worse, he gave a toothy grin. "Wolves of course. You can escape a lion, but never a wolf." He would say, turning what was likely meant as a playful insult into a compliment. In his mind currently, being worse meant the worst one to deal with in terms of surviving. Lions could chase, but they never had the persistence of a wolf. In his mind at least. And sure, that comment broke his internal vow of silence... but he was uncharacteristically inspired with a quick response. As to her mention of his landing he would smile, even when she said wolves weren't the most graceful. He didn't need grace when he had power. He also didn't know what the scoring was out of, and assumed eight was the highest for it. It never helped he was very bad with math, and that included counting.
It was then that the robot moved forward and would go for his collar, Feralis giving it a warning look with teeth bared but he would not stop it yet. If it tried anything it would get a bite or punch, depending on his reaction and where it was. He had told Maria he would let it try which was the only thing stopping him from attacking it. He absolutely hated machinery of almost any kind; but the complex ones especially. He did not trust them in the slightest, though in this case it was a necessary evil. It was the only way he could think that let Maria leave the room and for him to better understand her with her trouble speaking. Especially with what he had planned. He had decent hearing but... some of the things he wanted to do would make it hard to even hear a person yelling. So he bore through the machine messing with his collar as he heard the robots version of Maria's voice again and listened. It seemed the robot was preventing his former leader from having a bit of fun, to which Feralis grew a mischievous smile that was clear to see as he saw her own smile and trademark mischievous look no matter how faint it was. In particular the idea of water and a hill held the most interest to him... as the former he truly intended to do but the latter he had not been going to... at least until hearing her seat had water capabilities which opened new possibilities to the wolf. As he was thinking of all he could do now, the robot seemed to finish with its work and tapped his collar and caused a faint shock. Nothing painful but a surprise as his eyes widened and he reflexively snapped at the robot, but not with the intent to actually bite it yet. He let out a growl even as he heard the Maria say how she could still kick their butts from her chair. While he liked her spirit returning, he was sorely tempted to pounce her. But he would wait for now... a bit of revenge and fun were on the horizon.
As the robot stepped away he would hear a new voice arise from his collar as Maria began to do hand gestures as he looked utterly confused. It did not really sound like Maria, not even the slightly unnatural version from the robot. He didn't know how to feel about that, though even Maria seemed a bit disappointed by it... though he growled. "Whipped huh? We'll see who is whipped by the end of our adventure." He would say as a light threat, though it could be easily seen that he had no real intention to carry that one out. Not unless pushed at least. Maria would then say that thus was the beta phase, whatever that meant, but that it would work and that he was free to take her. He would growl lightly at her repeated use of that nickname, but could not think of anything to call her in return. Which he hated because it meant she won that verbal battle but he had nothing else to say that could change that. He would walk around to the back of the seat and begin to push her towards the door as he grew lost in thought. 'No waking up till we get back mittens. If anyone gets to knock you out when you go into a murderous rage, it gets to be me.' He thought to himself with a slight smile. He would make sure to close the door behind them as he wheeled Maria out of the infirmary... Purposefully not telling her where they were going.
Out Of Collars: Exit (apologies for any spelling/ grammar errors...mind looked at this and said nope)
Apathetic Writer
Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2019 1:06 am
Assistance came. Usien wasn't a fighter but the tape of the extra credit would show otherwise. He wasn't knocked out by the fighting power of the faunus that he was matched up against in the battle, but by the reaction due to his own mental state thanks to the licking that occurred. Awkward as it may be, her actions did provide healing for the new student of beacon academy. Unfortunately, the type of action that took place while innocent and helpful in nature, his own personality and shyness did not allow for him to thank her. Ironically, he thought that those woods were going to be his resting place. Silly to believe such an action or result would occur from an extra credit exercise. Yet, that's not a thought of logic that occurred in Usien's head. Illogical consequences that was bread from the circumstances that resulted in the losing of two of his limbs. A major point that was going to be an issue later on.
When he arrived to the infirmary, he was whisked straight from the battle, so his spider limbs were still out. The limbs that was pierced through his clothing. They weren't hidden like they usually would be. The rage and the mental switch during the extra credit battle causing his faunus traits to become non hidden in an act of self defense. While crazily good and something anyone would probably do, Usien probably regret it if he knew how vulnerable it leave him. With his limbs naturally curled around his body in a tight hug, he would lay asleep. He probably come awake soon, but when would be the real question.
Lying in one of the beds within the infirmary was a young man. His body was stiff, stagnate, motionless, as the machine next to him kept giving off a repetitive beat. For how long it has been this way was a mystery for the one in his slumber. It wasn't even a thought that had crossed his mind due to it being in a stasis itself. A sort of endless loop of continuous dreams unable to bring the boy back beyond to the land of consciousness. He could of lived thousands of different lives within these dreams and he might of in all honesty. Though perhaps it was due to time, perhaps it was due to the medical attention, perhaps it was due to being sick of the dreams, something was going to change.
A small groan would break through his lips as his eyes slowly pried themselves open. The sudden light of the infirmary would be almost blinding causing him to wince a bit. Aaron would adjust to his environment within a minute or two. Staring at the ceiling he looked to be in a dazed and confused state. Where was this place? Why was it so bright? Why....what was that sound? He would think to himself before his head turning over in his bed. Next to him was a set of medical machinery making the occasional beep as a line made its way across the screen. "Wha?...Is this a hospital?" His deluded weak voice spoke up. Without thinking the boy would attempt to lift himself up out of the bed. Unfortunately having been bedridden as long as he had been was not good on his body. He found it a bit rough to but he would eventually be able pull himself up having his legs hang over the side. "What happened..." Looking up from the bed he would speak up. "Hello? Is there anyone out there?" He didn't see anyone at the moment and was more curious of what in the world had befallen him. Hopefully there was someone who had any sort of idea what was going on.
